But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
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But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they're jealous.
'Tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes read more

Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy -- in fact, they're almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other. Both at once can produce unbearable turmoil...

He that is jealous is not in love.

He that is jealous is not in love.

In jealousy there is more of self-love than love.

In jealousy there is more of self-love than love.

But through the heart
Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful misery no more,
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But through the heart
Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful misery no more,
But agony unmix'd, incessant gall,
Corroding every thought, and blasting all
Love's paradise.

The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife,
That she, whom all my life read more

The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife,
That she, whom all my life I'd loved, should be another's wife.

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person read more

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.